The gleam in their eyes
-don’t miss it! It’s gone before you know it-
when they realize that the whole time
they were staring right at the solution
and the joy that comes
from knowing the answer
makes me want to refute them,
so I can amaze them again.

With timid steps and a trembling heart
I walked through verdant barren paths.
Toward a rusty gate it took my feet
Into a garden of roses among the weeds.
Carmine flowers, dripping in blood
Wrung my heart in pain of fear.
They caught me from every side
With their lithe and sharp thorny fingers.
Raveled in clutches of copious wines
Turning and twisting I struggled to escape.
Evening shades pirouetting ghosts
Trapped in light tracing fiery faces.
Pouring perspiration pooled my feet
Shedding grappling thoughts I decided to run.
Back to the sinuous path,
Away from the puzzle of life,
Till I reached the black bricked wall,
Beyond it I lost my memories,
Maze of mind closing behind me.

some people say that
falling in love is easy
but in fact love is the readiness to allow another human to fill a part of us
just like a puzzle
Does the puzzle piece fit?
there are hundreds of pieces scattered about.
to make it whole,
there are many things that must be passed
lost, difficult to match or swapped

I asked about a man named Wealth
Who lives nearby - just up the street
I asked his nearest neighbors
About Wealth, and when I could meet

The neighbor on the left replied
That Wealth was not a friendly guy
And since this was the certain case
To help us meet - he wouldn’t try

And then the neighbor on the right
Said “Wealth’s a super friendly man”
“Easy to talk to - fun to see”
Could we meet?  “We surely can”

Both neighbors quick to answer
But with such different views
It left me puzzled right at first
But soon I knew which view I’d use

So Wealth and I remain good friends
I’m happy that I know him well
Get to know this man called Wealth
Enjoy his home and with him dwell

this is not a poem.
a poem should be aesthetic and rhythmic,
and beautifully arranged in some ways,
unlike this terrible unstructured writing.

this is not a poem.
but i just wanted a platform to write,
to express my feelings in words,
so here i am, on HelloPoetry.

this is not a poem.
specifically not that heart-wrenching
love story you would expect,
just a casual self-loathing one.

this is not a poem.
this is some ****** writing.
this is a person puzzled in their own maze.
this is me, aren't you too?

– billiondays